Chapter 141
That night, Yolanda lay in bed, scrolling through the files of several Starlight executives one more time. Right as she did, her phone buzzed–it was Mary calling.
“Ms. Grant, watch out for Tony,” Mary said quietly but urgently. “Out of all the executives, his methods are the most vicious.”
Tony couldn’t control his temper. Once provoked, he’d go absolutely mad with revenge. Any woman who caught his eye ended up even worse off than those who wound up by Leon’s side.
Yolanda’s arrival had breathed new life into Starlight. All those old frustrations were beginning to bubble up, but people only dared to watch from the sidelines.
In this wreck of a company, everyone wished for her victory–and they also prayed she wouldn’t end Leon Cole.
Only now did Yolanda realize just how heavy the weight of their hopes pressed down on her.
But she wasn’t going to back down now.
“Got it. You stay safe too, Ms. Hall,” Yolanda replied.
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“Honestly, with you holding the line, Tony’s gonna aim for you first. That leaves me with a bit of breathing room–that’s why I wanted to talk to you,” Mary said.
After all these years of getting pushed around, Tony barely even saw her as someone worth bothering with anymore.
Yolanda hung up the phone, then stared hard at Tony Sutton’s profile. ‘I need to figure out exactly what kind of person I’m dealing with,‘ she thought to herself.
Meanwhile, Tony wasn’t exactly sitting around sulking. Still in a bad mood, he ended up dragged to a bar by one of those rich heirs he’d hustled his way into hanging out with.
Inside the plush private room with that pack of elite young heirs, Tony felt almost painfully awkward,
Most of the guys here were born into money–real heavyweights. Any one of them could crush Tony’s entire existence with just a swipe of their credit card.
Honestly, the only reason he even got an invite was because he’d fixed up a few of these guys with “clean” girls before. That was his ticket in, nothing else.
One of the trust fund boys stretched out lazily, swirling his drink. “So, don’t you have any fresh faces for us lately?”
Tony’s eyes flashed with a glint of mischief as Yolanda’s face popped into his mind.
“Oh, I’ve got one,” he said, his tone sleazy. “She’s a real stunner, trust me. Just the right kind of sass, though I don’t know if you guys are into that. Heck, she looks like she’d take all you boys at once if you tried.”
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These guys were all second–generation rich kids, living off their family money, and completely shameless when it came to partying.
The mention of something that provocative sent the whole room into an uproar of laughter.
Everyone was quick to refill Leo’s glass, practically falling over themselves to show respect.
This was Leo’s first time at one of these gatherings–he’d never bothered with them before.
Sure, he lived the trust–fund lifestyle, but he actually despised the sleazy games these guys played. None of it meant anything to him, and honestly, it just made him look down on them even more.
But lately, he’d been feeling restless, like something was gnawing at him, and he couldn’t figure out what.
The guy who’d asked the question earlier swirled his drink. “So, what’s her name this time?”
“Yolanda,” Tony said, a sly smile on his lips. “Rumor has it she’s Alex Wilson’s kept woman over at Sinclair Group.”
Leo was just about to take a sip when he caught those words and looked up casually.
Tony saw the reaction and his cheeks flushed with excitement. He’d clocked by now that everyone in the room was bending over backwards for the guy in the center–he had to be the top dog here.
‘If this guy’s interested in Yolanda, she’s done for,‘ Tony thought, a nasty grin creeping up. ‘She’s just asking to get used and tossed aside. That’s all she’s good for anyway.’
Tony couldn’t help but keep pitching her, voice sleazy and excited. “Man, that chick is damn hot. I’ve got her photos right here, Leo–take a peek for yourself.”
He pulled out his phone and set it right in front of Leo.
Leo took one look at the images and knew for sure—it was Yolanda.
Tony kept running his mouth, sleazy as ever. “Bro, that chick’s waist is unreal—so tight, and her ass-”
Before he got the words out, Leo smashed his glass right onto Tony’s head–hard.
One hit wasn’t enough. Leo snatched a bottle off the table and busted it over Tony’s skull without hesitation.
The whole room froze, dead silent. Everyone was too shocked to move–then a couple guys rushed up to try and hold Leo back.
But Leo just threw a brutal kick into Tony’s gut. “Say that crap again! What were you saying about her ass, huh? Say it!”
Leo was infamous as the family’s resident troublemaker. With his older brother Xavier running the family and spoiling him endlessly, Leo seemed born with a single mission: burn through money like nobody else.
Tony lay on the floor, blood streaming down his face, his skin pale as a ghost.
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Leo flicked his lighter and lit a cigarette, feeling that burning anger inside him but not knowing why the hell he was so pissed off.
Thinking about it over and over, he could only blame it on that damn Yolanda–yeah, it was all her fault for stirring things up.
‘She throws herself at anyone, doesn’t even bother to pick. What a lousy taste in men, Leo sneered to himself.
‘What a bitch‘
He cursed silently, taking another drag. “What, you done talking now?” Leo said coldly.
Tony was totally lost–he had no idea what set this spoiled brat off. He tried to haul himself off the floor, fighting to stay conscious as blood kept pouring from his head. For about ten seconds, he managed to hang on, but then everything went dark and he blacked out right there.
The bar they were at was still Muse Club, the go–to spot for Beloris‘ rich kids. Nobody dared to cause trouble here–the biggest shareholders were the Lawson family, followed by the Sinclair family.
So it didn’t take long for word about what happened here to reach Xavier.
Tony ended up in the hospital that very night, and the rest of the guys in the suite all gulped, too scared to say a word.
Someone whispered, “Do you think he might really die from this?”
There was just way too much blood all over the floor.
Everyone inched away from Leo, shocked–nobody expected that the laid–back troublemaker could be this
savage.
Leo’s frustration was still simmering when Xavier strode in, dressed in a dark suit that made him look every inch the boss.
The manager hurried over, nervously going through everything that had just gone down, barely daring to raise his voice.
Xavier shot a look at the silent Leo, then swept his icy gaze over the rest of the room. “You guys still hanging around? Out. Now.”
Everyone scattered instantly, running for the door like their lives depended on it.
Once it was just Xavier, the manager, and Leo–who hadn’t said a word–Xavier, without warning, hauled off and smacked Leo hard across the face.
A loud crack rang out,
The door swung shut–whatever business the brothers had was better kept behind closed doors. No need for
outsiders to catch the show.
As for the manager, he was one of Xavier’s own people. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have shown up so damn fast.
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Leo wasn’t exactly new to getting slapped around by Xavier. He covered his face and gave a little ‘tsk
Xavier took a deep breath, his tone cold. “Did you have to go that hard? You planning to kill someone in here or what? What did he say that got under your skin? Tell me–unless you think he murdered your dad or something.”
“Bro, your dad is my dad too,” Leo grumbled.
“He didn’t kill your dad, so what’s with the overkill?” Xavier shot back.
Xavier was so mad he felt like kicking Leo right then, but he’d been spoiling this kid since day one, so in the end, he held himself back.
Leo couldn’t really put it into words. He just pressed his lips together and said, “Alright, you slapped me and it’s over. I’m heading out.”
Xavier rubbed his forehead, exasperated. “For the next few days, you’d better just keep your ass at home. Don’t even think about stepping outside, or I swear I’ll kill you!”
“Fine,” Leo muttered.
Leo drove back, his cheek still burning from that slap–every mile just made him feel even more pissed off.
And wouldn’t you know it, he ended up running into Yolanda on the road–just his luck.
Yolanda had rear–ended his car, but as soon as she realized it was Leo, the apologetic look on her face disappeared in a flash. She rolled her eyes at him and scoffed, “Damn, should’ve known today was cursed.”
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Part 1: The Discovery of BetrayalYolanda Grant’s marriage was built on patience, sacrifice, and quiet endurance — but that illusion shattered in one night. It was late when she arrived at a dark, empty alley after receiving a mysterious message with an address. At first, she thought it was a misunderstanding. After all, her husband Charles Sinclair — a man of wealth, power, and refined taste — would never lower himself to something so vulgar. But when she saw him holding a young woman in his arms, kissing and touching her like a man possessed, every ounce of denial drained from her. Charles, the proud and disciplined businessman, was cheating — and in a filthy alleyway, no less.Part 2: The Scene of HumiliationFrom the safety of her car, Yolanda watched as the scene unfolded. The woman clinging to Charles was frail, trembling, and emotional, like a flower blooming in the mud. The surroundings — the stained floor, damp walls, and suffocating darkness — mocked everything Charles had always claimed to be. This wasn’t just infidelity; it was degradation. Yolanda’s mind swirled with disbelief. Her husband, who obsessed over class and perfection, had become a man of impulse and dirt. She didn’t confront him or make a scene; she didn’t even cry. Instead, she leaned back in her seat, numb, realizing that her marriage was already over in spirit.Part 3: Two Years of DevotionAs she sat there, flashes of the past flooded her mind. Two years of marriage — two years of her trying to please him in every way. She had known from the start that Charles didn’t love her. On their wedding day, he had made it painfully clear that his heart already belonged to another woman. Still, Yolanda married him out of hope, out of love, out of the foolish belief that devotion could melt even the coldest heart. She gave up her career, her ambitions, and her independence, just to prove she was worthy of him. She cared for him like a nurse for her patient — cooking his meals, planning his wardrobe, and tending to every detail of his life. And in return, she got nothing but distance and silence.Part 4: The Breaking PointNow, watching him entwined with another woman, everything she had built inside her — the patience, the sacrifice, the illusion — collapsed. The man she had once called her husband had become unrecognizable. He had torn off his noble mask and revealed himself as nothing more than a beast driven by desire. Yolanda felt like she’d been slapped, her dignity shattered into pieces. But instead of screaming or crying, she felt an eerie calm. Her pain was too deep to express. All she could think was: This marriage must end.Part 5: Charles’s UneaseWhile Yolanda drove home, Charles suddenly sensed that something was wrong. The headlights of a passing car illuminated his face, and a chill ran down his spine. He didn’t know whose car it was, but unease stirred in his chest. The girl in his arms whimpered for his attention, but his mind was already elsewhere. Straightening his clothes, he pulled away coldly. “That’s enough for tonight,” he said flatly. “The company’s got big projects. I can’t afford divorce rumors right now.” His words revealed not love, but calculation — every move guided by image and control. The girl, blinded by her feelings, agreed softly, claiming she would wait. But to Charles, it was just another temporary indulgence.Part 6: The Return HomeWhen Yolanda returned home, the villa felt colder than ever. She had just come out of the shower when Charles entered the bedroom, carrying his jacket. He looked as immaculate as always — tall, handsome, commanding — but tonight, his arrogance seemed cruel. On his pristine white shirt, Yolanda noticed a faint smear of pink lip gloss. She had never worn lip gloss; she hated its stickiness. That small, shiny mark told her everything she needed to know. As she dried her hair, she kept her expression neutral, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of seeing her pain.Part 7: The Cold ConversationCharles glanced at her and asked casually, “When did you get back?”“This afternoon,” she replied.He loosened his tie, unbuttoning his shirt as if nothing had happened. “I was out playing golf tonight,” he added. The lie rolled off his tongue effortlessly. Through the reflection in the window, Yolanda saw the dirt on his back — proof that golf wasn’t the only game he’d been playing. With quiet fury, she shot back, “Then I guess you scored plenty of holes. Congrats.”Her sarcasm caught him off guard. For the first time, he frowned, slightly unsettled. He wasn’t used to this tone from her — the woman who once worshiped him now sounded indifferent, almost mocking.Part 8: His Cruel ArroganceInstead of apologizing, Charles smirked and wrapped his arm around her waist. “Are you mad? I told you when we got married that I didn’t love you. If you’re that unhappy, find someone else to cheat with.” His words cut through her like a blade. It wasn’t just betrayal anymore — it was humiliation. He treated her heartbreak as an inconvenience, as if her pain were irrelevant. Inside, Yolanda’s chest felt like it was being strangled with wire, every breath searing. Yet she stayed silent. Her quietness, once a sign of love, now turned into armor.Part 9: The Memory of InnocenceIn that moment, Yolanda’s mind drifted back to when she first met Charles. She was young, freshly adopted into the Grant family, and he was already the picture of perfection — disciplined, confident, untouchable. Back then, she looked at him with admiration and love. To her, he was everything she aspired to be. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine that this same man would someday make her feel worthless. All those years of love, of marriage, of giving — they now felt like a cruel joke.Part 10: A New Beginning Hidden in the Word “Fine”Charles chuckled when she finally said, “Fine.” To him, it was just another empty threat, another outburst that would fade with time. He kissed her cheek, confident that her love would keep her shackled to him forever. What he didn’t realize was that this time, “Fine” wasn’t surrender — it was goodbye. Behind her calm eyes, Yolanda had already made her decision. The love that once bound her had turned to ash, and from that ash, something new was forming — strength.Chapter 1 ends with Yolanda’s quiet determination to take back her life. She won’t cry or beg anymore. This time, she’ll walk away — not as a broken wife, but as a woman reborn through betrayal.
